I'm so sick of writing Songs about screwing up No matter how much I fall down, It seems it's never enough No matter how much good luck Throws itself my way, I find some way to ruin it; Fall down again the next day Road rashed, run down, wrinkled from the rain The song in my heart makes just one sound, But I sing along just the same And I wonder how long I'll hang around Before I go insane Before I break down And get gone again Put myself on trial again for crimes I couldn't see My naked aggression was picked up on a charge of indecency And I remember how I felt when first it exposed itself to me And pray for forgiveness, and a sympathetic jury Road rashed, run down, wrinkled from the rain The song in my heart makes just one sound, But I sing along just the same And I wonder how long I'll hang around Before I go insane Before I break down And get gone again And it makes no difference what you thought you came here for Any plans that you might have had; swept right out the door And it makes no difference how hard you think you've tried, Cause what you'll find out in the end is that its just a lie There've been girls that loved me, But I cheated on them, With a woman named Whiskey, And Gin, her best friend Their affections flow like liquid To a thousand other men, Who'll trade loving for liquor; Salvation for sin Road rashed, run down, wrinkled from the rain The song in my heart makes just one sound, But I sing along just the same And I wonder how long I'll hang around Before I go insane Before I break down And get gone again